A Place Out of Time

Written by: Ron Thurman

A man finds a timeless dimention where nothing of this world can go (like clothes) and inadvertantly finds himself there with a beautiful woman.

A Place Out of Time 

By Ronald D. Thurman 

It first happened when I was meditating one day.  All of a sudden I
found myself sitting in a space surrounded with walls made up of a 
white cloudy substance.  No matter which way I moved the space around 
me stayed constant.  The surface under my feet felt soft like a thin 
mattress and when I tried to touch the walls, my hand passed through 
into the vapors.  It was quiet and peaceful but I could still hear 
myself when I spoke.  I noticed that I was totally without clothes, but 
I had no sensation of hot or cold, indicating that the temperature was 
just right.  I enjoyed the tranquility for a while longer, taking 
advantage of the escape from the everyday hustle and bustle of life.  
Finally, I decided I had wasted enough time and willed myself back to 
the real world. I figured that I had blown about a half an hour in that 
wonderful place, but when I returned to my room, I saw by the clock on 
the wall that no time had passed at all!  The whole experience had 
taken place in less than the blink of an eye. 

The discovery of this ability proved to be extremely beneficial.  When
my wife would get on my case about something and an argument would 
ensue, I would slip off to my timeless space, relax, meditate for 
awhile and prepare my rebuttal.  I would then return at the exact 
moment of my departure in the middle of the bitch session ready to take 
her on again.  Of course, it rarely won me any arguments, but it always 
made me feel better.  Whenever split second decisions had to be made, 
this little trick gave me that extra bit of time to make the right one. 


The full benefit of this timeless space came to light one day while I
was sitting in the food court of the local mall waiting for my darling 
bride to finish her aerobic shopping.  Girl watching is one of my 
favorite pastimes.  I was admiring the parade of pulchritude, 
commenting to myself on the nice tits, great asses, cute faces, and 
outstanding legs, when a young woman approached through the throng.  
The only thing I could say about her was, "My God, she is Beautiful!" 

It seemed as if the crowd parted for her as she came towards me.  I was
agape with awe.  Her mane of dark hair with highlights of gold framed a 
perfect face with a thin, slightly upturned nose, small cupid-bow 
mouth, dazzling hazel-green eyes and dark, thick eyebrows.  She was 
wearing a gray business suit with the skirt cut just above the knees to 
show off her exquisite legs.  The jacket was unbuttoned and flowed as 
she walked so as not to hide the narrowness of her waist and the 
sensual flair of her hips.  Her blouse was unbuttoned to the point of 
showing a bare hint of cleavage. 

As she passed, our eyes met for an instant, then the crowd jostled her
and she bumped against me. The next thing I knew, the two of us were 
standing in my timeless space, stark naked and staring at one another.  
She made no effort to cover her self, but instead put her hands on her 
hips, striking a sexy pose, and appraised me with a half smile on her 
face.  The experience took me completely by surprise, and in my 
embarrassment, I zapped back to reality.  We were at the instant where 
we had made the contact.  She apologized with the same sexy half smile 
on her face and moved on into the crowd. 

Needless to say, I was stunned by the whole experience.  I took a sip of
my coffee and fumbled for my pipe.  I couldn't help but think of that 
perfect body, the pert, upturned breasts with their dark areolas and 
hardening nipples, her narrow waist flaring out to rounded hips and 
that dark thatch of curly hair covering the promise of her pubis.  My 
reverie was broken when my wife joined me at the table.  "I've found 
the perfect loft bed setup for the boys," she said, and tugged me up 
and through the mall to a specialty furniture store. 

When we walked in, the stunning beauty who had found her way into my
timeless space greeted us.  "Hi," she said.  "May I help you?  My name 
is Stephanie."  She put out her hand for my wife to shake and gave me 
that sexy half smile.  I didn't quite know what to say, so I let the 
little woman do the talking.  Sweet Stephanie showed us the bed setup 
and explained all of the good points and my wife asked all of the 
necessary questions.  When all was said and done, we made the deal to 
order the set and paid the deposit. Throughout the whole procedure, 


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